Isaac's munching on a bowl lucky charms in Derek's kitchen, a book in one hand and a spoon in the other, when Jackson shows up with a nasty scowl written all over his face. He's wafting off an unpleasant smell and Isaac's pretty sure Jackson had scrubbed himself with various different scented soaps before coming here. Isaac can feel his nose twitch and he's almost nauseous enough to push away his bowl of cereal and call it day, but almost is not completely and Isaac really loves his lucky charms, so while he sets down his book, he also keeps spooning cereal into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as Jackson makes his way across the kitchen, towards Isaac.

"This is your fault!"

Jackson's attempt at grabbing Isaac by the front of his shirt fails because Isaac's been a werewolf longer than Jackson, and Isaac's quicker than all of them, Derek included, and Isaac predicts Jackson's movements the moment the other beta steps through the doorway. His bowl of cereal never leaves his hands, and Jackson's livid. Isaac keeps carefully trained eyes on Jackson's clenching fists, keeps a carefully trained nose on Jackson's faulty emotions, and spoons another heap of lucky charms into his mouth. "What's my fault, exactly?"

Isaac thinks Jackson's eyes bug out, but he's not positive because Jackson really knows how to sort himself out. Quickly.

"Stilinski, damn it."

Before Isaac can think of another clarifying question, Jackson raises his arms towards Isaac and shakes them roughly, trying to prove something—Isaac's not sure what. "I know you can smell it!" Oh.

Isaac's eyebrows shoot up and his mouth twists down and it irritates Jackson because Isaac's always been his favorite, and if Isaac keeps looking at him like a lost little rabbit Jackson isn't sure if he's going to able to stay angry at Isaac's density any longer.

"Stilinski's been messing with magic—love potions or some crap. For you. So please, please just tell him you fucking adore him, dude. So he'll stop using me as his guinea pig."

"Why are you—"

Jackson shoots Isaac another glare, jaw clenching. "Lydia."

"Why is he—"

"Don't. Why else would he think he needs a freaking love potion for?"

Isaac averts his eyes to the floor beneath Jackson's feet, thinks it needs a little waxing, thinks he could do that—if Derek lets him. He lowers his half-empty bowl of cereal, spoon clanging against the ceramic, and pulls his bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth, starts to gnaw on it. "He—"

"Yes. Please, Lahey. I don't beg, but goddamn it—please go knock some sense into him before I turn green."

Isaac resists the urge to tell Jackson he's already been green a few times before, but he thinks, too soon, and meets the other beta's stare, nods. "Should I just—" Isaac places the bowl down on the counter behind him as Jackson motions towards the doorway and fishes around in his pocket for his car keys, throws them at Isaac when he finds them, and ignores the blank are you serious expression on Isaac's rosy face.

"This," Jackson waves a hand over his entire body, nostrils flaring at the stench, "this is worth you getting there as quickly as possible and stopping Stilinski's voodoo magic. Don't mention it. Seriously. And tell him he better find something to get rid of this smell. Or I'll wring his neck."

Isaac smirks.

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footnote: these are obviously [or not obviously] going to be unrelated, like...some might, but we'll see. for now, they aren't.
footnote2: i love jackson & isaac together, as bff-material. they'll be seen as such a lot in these little...ficlets. if you mind, don't hesitate in telling me. if you don't, that's awesome.